Our API directory now includes 93 events APIs. The newest is the Eventility API. The most popular, in terms of mashups, is the Eventful API. We list 46 Eventful mashups. Below you’ll find some more stats from the directory, including the entire list of events APIs.

In terms of the technical details, REST and XML lead the way. There are 75 events REST APIs and 9 events SOAP APIs. Our directory lists 62 events XML APIs and 54 events JSON APIs.

The most common tags within events are 21 music events APIs, 15 social events APIs, 12 calendar events APIs and 12 tickets events APIs.

On the mashup side, we list 175 events mashups. We named Travel Baseball Team Locator as mashup of the day last week.

For reference, here is a list of all 93 events APIs.

  30 Boxes API: Calendar service

  5gig API: Concert listing service

  Active API: Events, Activities, Races, Tournaments, Classes

  Activism Network Community API: Online activism network and community

  Adobe on AIR Bus Tour API: Services to track Adobe AIR product launch

  Amiando API: Events organizing and ticketing services

  ArtBeat API: NYC/Tokyo art events information

  AttendStar API: Online event ticketing and promotion service

  Avacaster API: Event Management for Avacaster webservice

  Bandsintown API: Music concerts and recommendations service

  BeThereNYC API: New York City event listing

  Boomloop API: Local events and community

  Brown Paper Tickets API: Events Listing and Ticketing Service

  Bullseyehub API: Event promotion service

  Burning Man API: Event database

  Certain API: Event management service

  Community Megaphone API: Event listing service

  CS50 HarvardEvents API: Harvard Events Calendar

  Daum Events API: Movie and festival search service

  DoStuffMedia API: Music festival data lookup service

  Eventbrite API: Event registration, marketing, and promotion services

  Eventfinder API: New Zealand events calendar

  Eventful API: Local events discovery and demand

  Eventification API: Social Event Site

  Eventility API: Event organization and promotion service

  FanSnap API: Ticket search service

  Festivalslab API: Event information service

  Fizber Events API: Local events search services

  Fusicology API: Music and progressive entertainment hub

  Fuze Box API: Internet and mobile communication services

  Gatekrash API: UK event listings service

  GigJunkie API: Music events services

  GigMasters API: Entertainment booking service

  Gigulate API: Music blogging service

  Google Calendar API: Calendar service

  Happenr API: Events database

  Happenstand API: Bay area events listing service

  HubSpot Events API: Marketing events information service

  Hyperpublic API: Geographic data collection service

  Ignyte Movies and Showtimes API: Local movie showtime service

  Incubate API: Music and culture festival program listing service

  InstantEncore Maestro API: Classical music community

  JamBase API: Live music and concert information

  Kijubi API: Activity marketplace service

  KillerTours.com API: Band and Concert Search Tool

  LearningSource API: Online events platform

  Live Matrix API: Internet event listing service

  Live Nation Event Data API: Live music and concert information

  Livekick API: Concert and events recommendation service

  Localstreamer API: Geolocation service

  Lollapalooza API: Music event reference

  Malmöfestivalen API: Malmö Festival schedule and information

  Meetup API: Social events service

  Memory Reel API: Event marketing service and event mobile application provider

  MotorsportReg.com API: Motorsports events and calendar service

  Mycitymate Location API: Local user reviews and city guides

  New York Times Events API: Event listing service

  Orange Personal Calendar API: Calendar service

  PartySpark API: Social events service

  PartySync API: Messaging services

  Plakatt API: Searchable Events Database

  Plancast API: Social event service

  Plings API: Places and Activities Database

  Presdo API: Social events service

  Proxomo API: Social app development platform

  Sapo Agenda API: Events schedule service

  SCHED* API: Social Scheduling For Events

  SeatGeek API: Tickets search service

  Seattle 2.0 API: Seattle upcoming tech events

  Seatwave API: Online marketplace for live events

  ShowClix API: Ticket search service

  Skiddle API: UK events guide

  Smynx API: Search and coordination services for meeting up

  Social Actions API: Volunteer and charity opportunities services

  Socializr API: Event listing service

  Songkick API: Music concert and event community

  SonicLiving Concerts API: Online concert listing service

  Spongecell API: Online calendar service

  Spraci API: Events and clubs database

  TeliaSonera Calendar API: Calendar creation tool

  Thrillcall API: Music concert, tickets and tour information

  Ticket Evolution API: Secondary ticket sales software

  TicketCity API: Event ticketing service

  Ticketfly API: Music events and ticketing service

  TicketLeap API: Ticket information service

  TicketStumbler API: Ticket search service

  Tweetvite API: Tweetup and event creation service

  Upcoming.org API: Collaborative event calendar

  VenueCost API: Event and Venue Pricing Database

  Vitalist API: Project tracking and tasks

  Wots-On API: Event promotion service

  YouPage API: Business and local events directory

  Zvents API: Local events search and community

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by Steve House


On March 25, 2010, nearly two years ago now, I was climbing the north face of Mount Temple when a hold broke and I fell some eighty-feet. Far enough to break my ribs in 20 places and my pelvis twice.As I lay on the ledge near my partner, Bruce, I quickly got very very cold as my body shunted blood away from my hands and feet and into my core and brain. I felt the agonizing sensation of my own breath getting shorter and shorter as my chest cavity filled with blood due to the numerous fractures. By this time, Bruce had used our cell phone to call for a rescue, and two hours later I was plucked off the wall by a warden (and coincidentally a friend of mine) on a cable 100 feet below a Parks Canada helicopter.Two hours is a long time to think. Long enough for the adrenaline to wash away, long enough for it to feel like a very long time. Long enough to weigh your regrets. To tell Bruce all the things you’re thankful for. The names of all the people you Love.During the ensuing months of convalescence I remembered one particular question that had come to me during my wait: Were there climbs I’d wished I’d done, and hadn’t? As the summer rolled by in a blur of narcotics, wheelchairs, and physical therapy I kept coming up with the same answer to my question: No, it was not more climbing that was missing from my life. Chief on the list was to do more for my community, and from this intention Alpine Mentors was born.[Above: Steve House, Barry Blanchard and Joe Josephson, from their 1996 attempt at Mount Robson’s Emperor Face. "Though unsuccessful, the trip was my rabbit hole into the world of high-end alpinism with climbers who had done it before." Photo: Steve House Collection]


Alpine Mentors is a young venture I’ve started with a group of friends and advisors. Our mission is to: Promote alpinism by encouraging, coaching and climbing with technically proficient young alpinists who aspire to climb the world’s greatest mountains in a lightweight, low-impact style. In form, it is modeled on existing programs found in most European alpine clubs that match young, motivated climbers with seasoned alpinists so they can train, climb, and carry out an expedition together. Our Alpine Mentors will be structured in two-year cycles. During those two years various mentors (myself and others) will ascend routes in different mountain areas from Colorado to the Canadian Rockies to the Himalaya.

The current application period will close on April 1, 2012. Once the applications are reviewed we will notify the ten best to journey to southwest Colorado for a week of training, a safety review of climbing systems and self-rescue techniques, and of course, climbing. From those ten we’ll select between two and four candidates. (I hope to grow this number in the future.) Those who are selected must be solid climbers, but also must be the sort of folks who we can travel, train, and climb with for months at a time. The culmination of the two years will be a climbing expedition to a 7,000-meter peak planned and executed by the entire team from concept to summit and home again. I would like to invite you, or your friends, or your friend’s friends who fit the bill: 21-30 years old, technically proficient in rock, ice, mixed, and mountaineering. Young. Strong. Motivated. We are open to men and women from any nation. This is my way of giving back. Creating something that contributes to a growing communal passion for wild summits, those least attainable points across our globe, places where we learn so much about ourselves, our relationships and our environment. A passion that has given me so much in my lifetime. Please visit our website and help us spread the word: www.alpinementors.org.

 


Steve House is a Patagonia alpine ambassador and the author of Beyond the Mountain.

From The Best Women’s Travel Writing 2011 - an excerpt from “The Labyrinth,” a story about surviving Costa Rican heartbreak and whitewater by Bridget Crocker, Patagonia copy writer. Bridget and fellow BWTW11 contributors will be reading at Diesel, A Bookstore in Malibu on Sun., Dec. 4 at 3p.m. [Author and river guide, Bridget Crocker. Photo by Tony Demin.]“This upper section is called ‘The Labyrinth,’” Roland says, cinching down his frayed lifejacket. “It’s been run maybe three or four times before today. I’ve seen it a couple times and I’d say it’s pretty solid Class V. Lots of steep drops through tight chutes. There are a few slots we have to make—it’s not an option to miss them. I think I can remember them all, but we’ll have to scout as we go. There’s no way out of the gorge once we start.”Normally I would be anxious about taking a flaccid shredder down a little-run Class V boulder garden without the safety of other boaters along or even an evacuation route. Plus, Roland forgot his helmet and we have no throw bag. Oddly, I couldn’t care less. I feel no hint of the usual Class V jitters or concern for our lack of preparedness. It occurs to me that I may be spared a trip to Cathedral Point, as our little daytrip down the Labyrinth is suicidal enough.


[Chorro Rapid at stomping flow. Upper Naranjo River, Costa Rica. Photo by David Findley]We climb into the tiny craft and immediately drop into a sizeable chute cascading onto exposed rocks. It’s continuous maneuvering from there; the maze is relentless and we’re teetering and spinning off boulders, fighting each other’s rhythm. We catch a small eddy and Roland, who’s sitting on the left side of the shredder, shouts out, “Do you guide from the left or right?”“Left,” I say.“I guide from the right, let’s switch sides.” [Keeping the flame alive - the late, great Costa Rican river legend, Roland Cervilla. Photo by Arturo Oropeza.]We start to click after switching, powerfully stroking across current lines and straightening out for the drops. Paddling becomes like meditation; there’s only the hum of frenetic water and our focused concentration on the line.We park on a rock cluster above the first big rapid, “Stacy’s Lament.” Roland explains that the last time he ran down the Labyrinth, he escorted some kayakers from Colorado who were insistent that Costa Rican Class V was really like Class IV in Colorado. After spending a good portion of the upper section upside down, the group became disheartened while scouting the first “real” rapid. One of the more intrepid Colorado paddlers probed it first, hitting the narrow, eight-foot drop on the far left side next to the gorge wall. Just below the drop, he inexplicably veered and smashed headlong into the curving monolith. He swam out of his kayak and was pushed by the funneling current into the collection of sieve rocks stacked against the right wall of the gorge. Submerged for some time against the rocks, he surfaced in a pool of blood minutes later, his face badly lacerated from the impact. That’s when Stacy, the least experienced of the group, began to cry uncontrollably, realizing that there was no way to portage our line around the rapid. There was only one way out: through the guts.“Don’t swim here,” Roland warns as we push off the rock island and head for the left side.We make it to the slot and straighten out for the drop, noticing too late that there’s a doinker rock poking out next to the wall. It grabs the left front tube of the shredder and spins it so that we smash full-on into the jutting left wall with the force of the waterfall folding the boat in half against the rock. As the angled boat floods with water, I spin around and slip two of my fingers through the back D-ring, and my feet flutter outside of the boat in the downstream current. From the corner of my eye, I see Roland flush out, propelling headfirst into the rock sieve below. He disappears underwater, exactly in the spot where the lacerated Colorado boater had been.Hanging from a keychain-sized metal ring by the inside crooks of my knuckles, I tuck my long legs up to my chest against the current and wrap them firmly around the pinned back tube. Legs secured, I use my hands to push the boat away from the rock wall, inching the plastered shredder along the wall slowly until it unwraps and pops free. Somehow, my paddle has survived inside the boat, and I use it to draw-stroke my way across the current until I’m downstream from where Roland has surfaced. I quickly yank him into the shredder, spy an eddy and draw us into it while Roland fishes his floating-away paddle out of the drink. [Scouting Stacy's Lament Rapid. Upper Naranjo River, Costa Rica. Photo by David Findley.]We sit in the eddy, breathing and looking up at Stacy’s Lament; Roland’s rubbing his head with an eerie, frozen grin on his face.“You hit your head?”He nods.“Did you see stars?”“I think so, yeah.”“Do me a favor and bring your helmet next time,” I scold. At least there are no bloody lacerations to deal with; we didn’t bring first aid supplies or even duct tape.With miles left to go, the sun slides below the canyon wall. We push on through the twilight, navigating the maze of downed logs, bus-sized rocks and steep chutes. We do our best to read-and-run from our low vantage point, not wanting to waste any of the dwindling gray light on scouting.            Near the bottom of the run, we come to a severe horizon line; white froth shoots skyward from the force of the drop.“This might be the rapid that has a big strainer blocking the entrance on the right,” Roland yells over the roar. We park on a flat rock at the top and climb around a house-sized boulder to get a full view. Roland’s remembered correctly—there’s an enormous, fallen ceiba tree braced across the only feasible entrance in the rock-riddled rapid. Everything looks distant and two-dimensional in the flat light. We scooch like crabs across a series of mostly submerged boulders over to the downed snag and try to kick it free without success. Standing next to the drop, we study the current, noting that there’s more clearance if we pass under the tree on the right side of the chute. If we hit the left side, we’ll be tangled in the scoured ceiba branches and either get pinned against the knotty obstacles or swept out of the boat. Below the chute, there’s a nearly river-wide death sieve of rocks that’s completely impassable; a swim here would be heinous at best. We simply have to clear under the tree on the right, then haul ass over to the left side of the river to drop down and out of the Labyrinth. I start to feel it then: adrenaline buzzing in tune to the thumping of whitewater, flooding my body until I want to thrash out of my skin, kicking and punching. Looking down at the water rushing under the tree, I realize that more than anything I want to live. My survival switch has been kicked, and I suddenly become the girl who highsides huge oar boats on strainer islands, who hand-walks shredders off rock walls to rescue friends. I am the creation of all the rivers I have known and the knowledge they’ve instilled: I am constant, adaptable, and strong-willed.I lean out and put my hand in the water as I always have, and ask the Naranjo River for safe passage. “My hands are your hands,” I say. “Use them.”Read more, and if you're in the area, don't miss Bridget's reading Sunday, December 4th at 3 p.m. 
 

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